It's been beautiful for most of the day. Our great nephew Jordan stayed with us today. He had a swim meet last night, and he didn't do well. I'm not sure if he was distracted, tired, or wasn't feeling well, but his performance bothered him.

When I was his age and did badly in a ballgame, I'd beat myself up for about three minutes, and then I'd go looking for a hotdog and some Grapico.

Jordan got the royal treatment for most of the day. He got popsicles, watermelon (one of his favorites), and for lunch, Jilda whipped up mac and cheese, corn on the cob, and baked chicken. By the time he went home, he was feeling much better.

I dropped Jilda off at work and drove to Starbucks. That's our routine on Wednesday. I'll get a coffee and a New York Times and work on my column while she's working.

On the way home, we could see clouds gathering on the western horizon.  We ran through some showers, but by the time we pulled into the driveway, the sun was blazing.

While munching on supper, I heard thunder again. When I walked outside, there was a patch of blue sky to the south, but clouds were moving in.

I snapped a picture of the field between our house and the barn. It was beautiful in color, but the black and white made it more dramatic don't you think.